Alas, the First of May has come and gone and little has changed. Been doing a bit less of roller skating, but that’s mostly due to training days and Interskate re-surfacing. I move starting next week and I’ve done a whole lot of nothing so far. I hate moving so bad. Really.
This past week was brutal, but not necessarily bad. Thursday and Friday gave me training during my sleep time, and that kicked my ass pretty good, but not as bad as Saturday. Saturday day had me at Scarborough Faire with Ruth, and then Saturday night had me at Stacy and Tony’s über awesome tiki party. Much goodness was had by all, thanks to great conversation and an abundance of rum and fruity drinks. Oh, and a 5 Hour Energy so I was actually able to function. Ended up chatting it up with old acquaintances and new ones until 4 in the freaking morning before crashing. Woke up a few hours later, drove home, and then went back to bed until time for work. Note: 99 Bananas is pretty freaking evil stuff.
I got a bit impatient and annoyed at being in an unknown position, but fortunately, I’ve verified that contrary to my earlier assumptions, I’ve not been shuffled off to the Friend Zone with Farrah. I spent a long-ass IM conversation tonight with her over a myriad of subjects, including some fun stuff that made her spit drink out her nose. I know I shouldn’t be making any sort of moves until she dumps the current BF, but on the other hand, if I’m to be a confidant/conspirator, as seems what I’m rapidly becoming, it’s only fair that I fly my flag and fess up to the fact that my motives might not be entirely pure and that any advice should be taken with a grain of salt. I am kind of paranoid that the advice I’ve been giving might be me being a manipulative fuckhole instead of being genuinely good advice. I should probably get permission from her to show the conversation to a third party she trusts so I can make sure that this isn’t the case. Then again, would that act itself be douchey and manipulative of me by having one of our mutual friends in essence go to bat for me? I think it’d be fine so long as I expressed my concerns about that up front.
Dang-a-rang! I’m trying to process your current treachery and conflict of interests. It’s like you’re Dick Cheney trying to put your Haliburton all up in her Iraq. I am impressed. Seriously. Not even joking one bit. Takes some real blue-knobby-bottled energy drinks to not only make such a play, but call your shot on the interwebs. You’re making yourself the Babe Ruth of the Sancho culture. This blog has achieved must-read status for the foreseeable future.
Hey, for some people, the risk of making a colossal fool of yourself in a public forum is worth it.
Right you are. Nothing venture, nothing gained. I admire your willingness to brave the consequences. It’s what I envision an emo version of Tyler Durden doing.